La Bête is in the shop today, getting a new set of tires. To nobody’s surprise, it turns out that Range Rovers come with an oddball tire size which costs a fortune and has to be brought in by special order. Much as I love this car’s idiosyncratic design, there are limits, and shiny new tires in a week or two do no good when I want to go skiing now. The solution is clear: I have to get bigger tires, in some standard American size. Naturally.
No, I promise, I’m not going to turn the Rover into a monster truck.
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